Weddingbee Blog

The Bacons are many things: fun, sarcastic, practical, clever, goofy, old school, and the list goes on. Not on that list? Gushy, clingy, touchy-feely in public, or superfluous.

For the past few years, money has been tight, so on Valentine’s Day we’d treat ourselves to a fancy dinner, maybe exchange a card and that was it: no gifts. There was no reason to buy surprises, because if the other person didn’t love it, it was a waste of money we didn’t really have. The last time that we truly exchanged gifts was probably two Christmases ago. This was a pretty hard adjustment for me, since I’m the girl that sends Thanksgiving cards because I know that people love getting non-bill snail mail and can find a gift for friends in every store, from Target to the Post Office. I knew that all that fluff just wasn’t practical anymore.

But then came Valentine’s Day last week, and as I looked around at all the tokens of love that the other ladies in my office had—huge flowers from their beaus (and the random sales rep), cute little bears, and even a Star Wars themed lamp (don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it?), and I was suddenly wrapped into a PMS induced haze of jealousy.

I know that the Baconator loves me; he tells me so at least a dozen times a day and he shows me he loves me in almost every action he makes. But (ugh, that sneaky little word!) I realized that even though I thought I didn’t need it, I really wanted something to outwardly show me his adoration on the holiday that is all about chocolate coated hearts and roses. A card with some barely legible scrawl would have been perfect.

Mr Darcy’s Proposal via Etsy

So, as every woman who is all of 12 going on 25 does when she is letting her irrational uterus think for her does, I posted a Facebook update about wanting flowers…three days after V-day. Of course, Mr B read it on the way home from an extremely exhausting day at work, and being the totally fab man he is, stopped by our favorite cupcakery to pick up my faves (red velvet, Funfetti and their specialty: maple pancakes and BACON!) as a surprise for me. I was totally ungrateful. I actually ended up in tears, crying about some nonsense of him not caring. Really, I was totally Fiancee-zilla! I had told him I wanted nothing for the holiday and I was just being a baby, but in the end we got to what I was really upset about.

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I wanted to start doing gifts again, now that we both have big-kid jobs and don’t need to count each and every penny. Not just so that I can receive gifts, but so that I don’t feel guilty buying him gifts. I felt like I was losing a part of me by not being able to be spontaneous and silly by buying him little things that remind me of him on a whim. I’m not talking huge purchases like guitars and iPads, but small things like goofy t-shirts and Star Wars spatulas. And what did the Baconator say to all this? “Of course, hon, whatever makes you happy.” Did I mention that he really is awesome?

What does this have to do with the wedding? Well, I think that some of it stems from this worry that we wouldn’t exchange cards at our wedding. He’s not big into cards, but I’m a total card girl and I even go back to read them later. I know I’ve read our engagement card at least 25 times, so the thought of not having a similar keepsake from our big day just made me nuts.

Did Valentine’s Day bring out the crazy in anyone else?